Love poem
Why is it that when the daimonds so called eyes stare at my direction I freeze up? That when I try starting conversation I think of the stupidest rubbish that makes you not want to talk to me? if love is blind, then why is it so good at aiming at my heart directly at the bulls-eye? I guess it's love that's responsible..
poem by Heber Padilla
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Your shy love
Just because your heart hides in the shadows and ignores my letters won't stop me from trying. I will try till infinity to get you to answer the calling of my heart screaming, and pleading for you to speak to me. The day you write back will be the day you heart will make miracles and all the broken pieces will be put together just like an easy puzzle that I finally fixed.
poem by Heber Padilla
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